The Extra

June 14th, 1998

The art of avoiding personal ignorance
and escaping emotional suicide,
are the two pieces of rubberband
keeping my burning model airplane off the ground.
Not that it's a hell of a lot of fun right now anyway.
But the act of giving up,
even in the face of the obvious,
is the one thing that I'm pretty sure
I could never do, despite my consistancy.
Not that I wouldn't put much past myself.
Sometimes I feel proud of my failures and perversions.
A guy's gotta feel confident about something,
and if the hero job's been filled
then I guess I get to play the loser.
The way I try to look at it—
when I'm not venting through a bottle of Bud,
is that at least I'm in the damned movie.

Mirage

Sitting on the Beach